Monday, 31 May 2010

I am great and so are you!

Illustrated by Jennifer Berman

It is time to give ourselves permission to be great. We cannot change the world thinking we are little and have nothing to offer. We need to stand for something for we build greatness not for ourselves but for those who will come after us, and for those we may never even see or meet.

Our children need to know we can lead because we have something great to pass on. They cannot follow a poor leader. They will not carry and leave a legacy if they are told they are worth nothing and should have low expectations in life.

Confidence is not the same as arrogance. Arrogance stems from pride. Insecurity stems from pride - an unhealthy focus on self; a tendency to look inward and become consumed by the "I, me, my" perspective. Confidence is where we know our identity and authority and are able to serve from that place of security. Where we can filter through criticism to take what is constructive on board and leave the rest behind.

We must not lose our confidence in God (Hebrews 10: 35) who gives us the ability to be great and accomplish great things. People around us need to know they are great too. We have the power to build them up. But we won't get far if our instincts tell us to knock ourselves and others down.

The tall poppy syndrome. Many of us have been told no one likes the one who stands out from and above the crowd. We automatically shy away from praise and make excuses to not offend others when we think our children are amazing. "My daughter's great. Oh, I mean she sleeps for long periods of time at night and hardly fusses".

When did we get scared to tell the truth?

It's a journey. It takes time for greatness to be revealed. Joseph kept cultivating what God had placed in His heart (Genesis 41: 14-16). He clung to the vision God gave and didn't give up hope as his circumstances turned for the worse. His faith was tested but he continued to believe God had created him for something big, something greater than himself. Joseph would never have reached a position of far reaching influence to bless a nation had he thrown in the towel and lost sight of God and God's plan for greatness in his life.

We are the Josephs and Esthers of our generation. We have been made for such a time as this. To be great, to do great, to enable others to be and do great. Greatness often does not appear until an opportunity arises for us to get up, step out and stand for something worthwhile.

In the words of Rosa Parks, "People perish without vision but dreams die without courage".

We need to have two plans in mind. One that is too large for us to fulfill alone and another that involves goals we can achieve on a daily or short term basis. For the first, allow God to enlarge our vision and set our sights above what we think would be a grand idea. For the second, let Him give us the determination to stick by it even when it all seems futile.

**Note to self: need to put this one into practice. Need to start thinking and treating others very differently.

Thursday, 27 May 2010

The Peace Of God

"And let the peace of God rule in your hearts, to which also you were called in one body; and be thankful" Colossians 3: 15

To mature in God, we have to be constantly led by the Holy Spirit (Rom. 8: 14). So how does the Holy Spirit lead us? There are a number of ways:

(1) The Holy Spirit quietly impresses. This is basically when you get an impression toward something in your heart. When Jesus healed the paralytic man in a house at Capernaum, He was impressed in His spirit about the cynicism of the scribes (Mark 2: 8). When Paul was in Lystra, he was impressed in his heart that a crippled man had faith for healing (Acts 14: 9). No wonder Paul says that we should “regard no one according to the flesh” (2 Cor. 5: 16). Paul is implying that we should learn to discern people by the impressions that the Holy Spirit brings to our hearts.

(2) The Holy Spirit prompts gently. In Matthew 4: 1, “Jesus was led up by the Spirit into the wilderness to be tempted by the devil.” A Holy Spirit-prompting or leading is when you “just feel like” doing something. When a believer is walking right with God and man, God often reveals His guidance through the believer’s inner desire. , Whenever you “feel like” doing something (within the boundaries of righteous living), it is very likely that it is the prompting of the Holy Spirit. You must learn to discern His guidance in this manner.

(3) The Holy Spirit stirs you up. This usually has to do with your feelings. In Acts 17: 16, when Paul was at Athens, “his spirit was provoked within him when he saw that the city was given over to idols.” The stirring of the Holy Spirit usually has to do with a provocation in our emotions. God allows us to experience a little of how He feels toward a situation. This stirring can often come as a “burden” in the heart. Habakkuk the prophet felt the burden of the Lord (Hab. 1: 1-2). Jeremiah wept when the burden of God came upon him. Whenever the Holy Spirit stirs you up, it is to direct you to pray or to do something productive for the kingdom of God.

(4) The Holy Spirit guides us by His peace. This is the most common form of Holy Spirit guidance. Colossians 3: 15 says to “let the peace of God rule in your hearts.” The word “rule” means to be an umpire or referee. In a ball game, it is usually the umpire who decides if the ball is counted in or out. Let the presence or absence of God’s peace be the spiritual umpire within you whenever you need to make a decision over a matter. Never go against the peace of God. A lack of peace is the clearest sign that God’s will is not in a particular course of action.

Kong Hee
President (Founder)
City Harvest Church Singapore

Wednesday, 26 May 2010

Remembering the Day



It's been one year, nine months and about three days. And I'm married to a real cutie. He's gorgeous, he's wonderful, he's patient, gentle, loving and supportive, he's my closest friend, laughing buddy, playstation three hero and a whole lot more!

Fab, you're such a blessing to me. I thank God for you everyday! Thanks for sticking by me even when I lost the plot and was so close to giving everything up . You were there when no one else understood. When no one else knew what to say. When I didn't want to talk. When I scared myself with how crazy and depressed I got and didn't know how I was going to overcome that season of life. Thank you for bringing strength and comfort. Thank you for laughing at my bad jokes and thinking me adorable and pretty even when I know I'm not.

I ♥ you

(Photo courtesty of Xi Liu - you can view the album by clicking on his name. All his photos are copyrighted though so please don't save or use any, thanks! Here's another post with a photo he took)

When Worship Makes No Sense


(Thanks Shin Yee for forwarding this to me)

"Christian brothers, I ask you from my heart to give your bodies to God because of His loving-kindness to us. Let your bodies be a living and holy gift given to God. He is pleased with this kind of gift. This is the true worship that you should give Him." Romans 12: 1 (New Life Bible)

The book of Romans stumps me. It doesn't make sense. Honestly.

It was written during the hardest part of Paul's life, a time when he was in jail and he had done nothing wrong. He wrote when the church people who once applauded him now plotted to kill him or waited in the streets, tearing their cloaks in rage because they couldn't stone him.

It puzzles me because it is filled with sayings like "nothing can separate me from God's love," and "my brothers, consider it all joy when you encounter trials." It is a book of hope, of joy, and of life. Yet Paul wrote it from such a place of darkness.

Paul was a real person, not a superhero. What did he discover during those hard times that prompted such rich writings? I think the treasure is found in today's key verse, Romans 12:1. He was a worshipper. I know he sang songs because Scripture shows him singing at the top of his lungs when he was in jail. I don't think, however, that Paul is limiting this to a hymn. It became a way of life. In spite of the dark places, he looked toward the Light, and there he found joy.

Ten years ago a drunk driver slammed into my son. I stood in the church several days after the wreck. I had a bag packed in my car, prepared to go back to my son as soon as service was over. I was weary. I felt helpless. I had come to church only because my husband made me.

"Babe, you have to have a break," he said, promising to stay by Ryan's side.

My son was in pain and had months ahead to heal. The drunk driver had passed away, leaving behind only an underinsured policy that left us with piles of hospital bills and debt.

I grieved for my son. I grieved for the drunk driver's family. I grieved for the loss of normalcy. I grieved--period.

All I knew to do was to raise my hands and lift my face. Tears washed down my cheeks. I wasn't praising God because of my darkness, but because He was the only Light I knew to reach for. "God, I don't know what the future holds. I don't know how we are going to make it. But I know You."

It was both a physical act - raising my hands - and an act of the heart. I climbed into my Abba Father's arms and wept out of gratefulness. I danced on the inside though there were no dancing shoes in sight.

I thought Romans confuses you, Suz.

That's what I love about it best. In the natural it makes no sense, but supernaturally I totally get it. Darkness holds no power when I hold on to the Light. How can I help but worship Him when I discover that immense truth?

Dear Father, I pray for my sister who feels discouraged, overwhelmed, or lost. I worship You, for You are our Light in the darkness. You see her and rejoice in her faith, even faith as small as a mustard seed but large enough when placed in Your hands.

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

What would You like?

I never commited this year to You, Lord. I didn't sit down at the start of this year to seek You and ask You what Your plans are. I haven't started each day by being with You and asking what You'd like for me to do or how You would like me to spend the day. Why do I avoid doing that? I realise I often live by how I feel. I get so wrapped up in my emotions that they dictate how I function.

Friends have gone on a forty-day fast or set aside a certain timeframe to pray, to focus on You and allow You to speak into their hearts, minds and spirits. What have I done? Is this the reason for the disparity between their lives and mine? I'd rather speak here than talk to what feels like the air around me. I've got to hear Your voice again. I'm looking at the sticker on my desk that reads "We need to talk - God" and I know You're inviting me.

Somehow it's easier to hear You through someone else's music, preaching, testimony, blog, email, comment, sharing, teaching than it is through reading the Bible on my own. But I used to be able to hear You. Get me back to that place, God. Get me back to that place.

(Song by Jeremy Camp - My Desire)

found a beautiful song

It's true isn't it? How many of us girls have looked at the fake pictures in a magazine and desired to look like that at some point in our lives? How many times have we jumped through hoops to get someone else's attention, affection, approval?

God says to us, "There could not be a more beautiful you". You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Beautiful in every way and God adores you as His child, His beloved. I still have a hard time receiving God's love. I don't know why. I know in my head He loves me and I know I have experienced His love in so many ways but it's like I'm just not grasping it properly. His heart for us is written all throughout His word though.

A friend of mine, Robin,  asked me to read Song of Solomons. For some reason that book has always turned me away. I have always felt uncomfortable reading it and have never been able to relate. But she asked me to take it a verse at a time if I had to. And to pray as I read it. To ask God to speak to me through the verses so that I could begin to understand His heart for me. I got through the first chapter I think but haven't read the book since Robin went back to Canada last November. Maybe I should start again.

Monday, 24 May 2010

Having God’s "Unreasonable" Faith

Seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things shall be added to you —Matthew 6: 33

When we look at these words of Jesus, we immediately find them to be the most revolutionary that human ears have ever heard. “. . . seek first the kingdom of God . . . .” Even the most spiritually-minded of us argue the exact opposite, saying, “But I must live; I must make a certain amount of money; I must be clothed; I must be fed.” The great concern of our lives is not the kingdom of God but how we are going to take care of ourselves to live. Jesus reversed the order by telling us to get the right relationship with God first, maintaining it as the primary concern of our lives, and never to place our concern on taking care of the other things of life.

“. . . do not worry about your life. . .” ( Matthew 6: 25 ). Our Lord pointed out that from His standpoint it is absolutely unreasonable for us to be anxious, worrying about how we will live. Jesus did not say that the person who takes no thought for anything in his life is blessed— no, that person is a fool. But Jesus did teach that His disciple must make his relationship with God the dominating focus of his life, and to be cautiously carefree about everything else in comparison to that. In essence, Jesus was saying, “Don’t make food and drink the controlling factor of your life, but be focused absolutely on God.” Some people are careless about what they eat and drink, and they suffer for it; they are careless about what they wear, having no business looking the way they do; they are careless with their earthly matters, and God holds them responsible. Jesus is saying that the greatest concern of life is to place our relationship with God first, and everything else second.

It is one of the most difficult, yet critical, disciplines of the Christian life to allow the Holy Spirit to bring us into absolute harmony with the teaching of Jesus in these verses.

My Utmost For His Highest
Oswald Chambers

** Matthew 6: 25-34 is the passage God brought me to before I came to Australia. I was afraid to come to an unfamiliar place. Afraid of the people and being away from family and friends. He promised He would take care of everything. He had already gone ahead to prepare the way in fact. I have experienced this promise from the time I started preparing to leave home. So it should not be any different in this new season. I must remember His promise still stands. He's holding me in the palm of His hands.

More than a secretary

I found it difficult to get into His presence during the worship in Church again. And for some reason, I was so drowsy that my mind wandered during the sermon. I did catch parts of it though. I figured it would be another routine Sunday. Another Sunday of not really connecting with God. Still, I decided to respond to the altar call, hoping someone would pray for me without asking why I was there.

I was standing at the end of the line of people up front and started to wonder if I should just walk away as I had done a couple of times in the past two months. I wondered if God would speak to me about my current season. Something told me to wait.

The guest preacher came up to me as I had my eyes closed. I was quietly singing and felt a hand sit lightly on my left shoulder. He prayed indistinctly for half a minute before tapping me slightly. "Do you like administration?", he asked, brown eyes looking intently at me. "Sometimes", I said. "Mmm...do you do it because you have to?", was his next question. "Many times yes", was my response.

He thought for a second and asked, "What ministries are you involved in at Church?" I gave him a brief rundown and then mentioned I had worked in administration for five years and left my job at the end of January. The preacher smiled and said, "I didn't know you were working in administration. The vision I had as I began praying was of you sitting at a desk in front of a computer. It was like you were in a receptionist type role as someone came along and pressed the bell at the counter to get your attention. Does this relate with what you were doing?"

He barely knows me. But he hit the nail on its head. My mind traced back to what one student asked years ago. "Do you actually know anything or are you just the receptionist?" He wanted to know if I was familiar with the programs and courses offered by the faculty I was working at. I recalled the arrogance in his voice and his smug expression. Then I started to remember being yelled at by teaching staff and students who made it clear I was worth nothing. I may not have received such comments when I moved into an academic advising role three years later but the work was still mundane. I didn't learn anything new in all the five years I was at the university. I had to bite my tongue everytime I was spoken down to or was faced with an unreasonable student.

"Yes, that definitely relates", I finally said. "When I saw the vision of you, I felt God say that He has built you for more. You are more than just a secretary. He has made you for far greater things", the preacher said. "Anyway, was there something you came forward to receive prayer for?", he asked softly. "No, that was it actually. That was exactly it", I said, almost tripping over my words.

Tears began to fall as I fumbled to explain that God has given me promises of something new but the promises are vague as to what direction I should take. I mentioned the concerns I have received about not being employed, and how I could just return to what I was doing since that is all that is available to me at present. "But I want more. God has promised me more but there have been no open doors". I looked down and said in my heart to God, "I just want to feel alive. I just want to feel alive".

The preacher encouraged me to pray specifically at that moment for what was on my heart. To just pour everything out to God. "Talk to God in your heart. I will support you in prayer" he said. So I lifted my hands to God and began crying out in my heart as the preacher prayed over me audibly. I asked God for a job that would allow me to release the burdens I have carried since I was young. A job that would allow me to write and impact the world for God. I want to be His mouthpiece to bring truth, love, hope and restoration to women and children across this globe. I want to bring God's joy through my writing. I don't want a job that will drain me again. I want a job that is not separate from the things that matter to me. I want my job to be my greatest ministry. I want my life to tie together. I don't just want a job for the income. I want a job I am passionate about. A job I love and feel fulfilled in.

When I received a discouraging phone call last week, I began selecting administrative jobs I am qualified to apply for, and placed a link to the selection criteria, that needs to be addressed, on my desktop. Those documents remind me of what I have left behind. If I apply for these jobs, I feel like I'll just be settling again and will not be able to move on even if I remain in them only temporarily. It took courage for me to leave my last job and walk into uncertainty, silly as that may sound. Why should I have to turn back and throw myself into the rut I finally climbed out of? I feel stuck in this transition too but at least I took that first step to get out of what was making me feel dead, unhappy and dissatisfied.

I needed the affirmation I received last night at Church. I needed another confirmation from God. He did say at the start of my unemployment that He was giving me this break. He did say He was cutting the strings so I didn't have to feel like a puppet anymore. He did say I have the power to make my own decisions as I have never believed this (and still lack the conviction). He did tell me to go ahead and doodle, draw, paint, write, create things...in short ENJOY myself. That is one thing I have struggled with - giving myself permission to truly enjoy life as a whole, not just have fun on some days.  He asked me to trust Him and give Him my cares. Why do I still hold on to my worries and fears?

My gratitude goes to the people who have been supporting me through prayer, encouragement, and valued company. A special thank you to my husband who has been my biggest support. He has seen me on my best days and my worst. He saw this even before we started dating yet he chose to stick by me and love me. He is my closest friend, my ever dearest companion. He has never stopped believing in me even when I was close to giving up all hope on several occasions. Even when I was (am) a complete mess.

A huge thank you to God who sees me worthy of more than a deadbeat job.

Click here to read about my journey. I may have missed one or two related posts when including the links but you'll get a pretty good idea of what's been happening. As for me, I need to remember everything God has spoken to me about and not doubt but keep my head up high.

ICLW

It's started! I totally forgot until I found comments from people I don't know. Am so happy they actually thought to stop by and say something good. Most of you probably have no idea what I'm talking about so look right to the orange icon with a dog on it. Click on that and you'll understand what ICLW is :)

Interestingly, after reading the 6! comments I received today (from friends and through ICLW), I noticed that the daily verse from Biblegateway is Romans 15: 2 "Each of us should please his neighbour for his good, to build him up". I took that to mean we ought to encourage one another to build one another up.

Words can make or break a person. I was hesistant about joining the ICLW community as I wondered if my blog would offend anyone stopping by, resulting in a negative comment. I know I should not let the opinions of others affect my sense of security and faith but I still struggle with this. I want to be someone who builds others up with my words. Got to be careful because I tend to have a bit of a loose tongue sometimes and say things I regret later. Need to keep myself in check.

This is the first time I have received six comments at one go and all of them affirmed me. I thank God for those who dropped by because I've been a little down off late. Friendly comments are a good pick-me-up.

Special thanks to Rayson for the incredible encouragement. I am impressed by your maturity and the way you write. Keep writing! You're like the next Oswald Chambers.

Friday, 21 May 2010

Fear is not your friend!

Charis sent me an email with a quote from Kris Valloton.

"The dogs of doom stand at the doors of your destiny. When you hear them barking you know you are near your promise land. Most people retreat in fear instead of crossing over and capturing their land. Fear is often disguised as wisdom or stewardship but it is a Trojan Horse sent in to steal your destiny. Fear is not your friend!!!!"

So true!

For me, I fear being out of my comfort zone. I fear uncertainty and failure. I fear rejection and opposition. I fear instability and insecurity.
 
What does the Word say? God is my Good Shepherd. He leads me to safe, quiet pastures to restore me.  He watches my coming and my going and He will never leave me or forsake me. I am fearfully and wonderfully made and He loves me with an everlasting love. He is the Alpha and Omega and has a plan to prosper me. He blesses me such that my cup overflows. He holds the entire universe in the palm of His hands.
 
Like the song says, "He is jealous for me. Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree. Bending beneath the weight of His wind and mercy. When all of a sudden, I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory. And I realise just how beautiful You are and how great Your affections are for me. Oh, how He loves us all. Oh how He loves us. How He loves us so..."
 
God's got my back.

Afterthought taken from writing by Pastor Kong Hee:

Jesus was able to wash the feet of His disciples, taking on the role of a servant, because He loved them (John 13: 1). But also because He was very secure in Himself. He knew what the Father had given to Him, where He came from, and where He was going (John 13: 3). When you are secure in your own self-identity, you can be free to be who you are. You won’t have to struggle and strive to prove anything to anyone - not even to yourself.

Thursday, 20 May 2010

A medical thing

I had an ultrasound and an internal check done a few months after I got married due to intense pain I was experiencing. I was told that having an inverted or retroverted uterus was not normal but that it would not cause any issues. The lady checking me even gave me a weird look as if to say I was stupid to think what I was going through was somehow related.

This article (main content below) has done a much better job of explaining things. I have all the symptoms listed. Now my prayer is that this will not cause me to be infertile or struggle with delivering a baby. I panicked when I read this but God is my healer and He is a miracle working God. In fact I know God has already brought some healing over the past one year and nine months I have been married.

Perhaps one day I will write about my journey. Few truly know the emotional ride I went on.

Retroverted Uterus

A retroverted uterus is the name given to a uterus that is tilted backwards inside of the pelvis. Normally, women are born with a uterus that is located in a straight up and down position inside of the pelvis, or with a uterus that tips slightly forwards, towards the stomach. However, some women have a uterus that tilts backwards, pointing towards the spine. Commonly referred to as a tipped uterus, this condition affects more than 20% of women worldwide. Generally associated with no health complications, a retroverted uterus can occasionally cause painful symptoms or signal an underlying health disorder.

What Causes a Retroverted Uterus?

In the vast majority of women with retroverted uteruses, causes are completely genetic. Many women are simply born with a uterus that is tipped in this position, and this is entirely normal. However, certain factors can cause a uterus that is in a normal placement to become retroverted. These causes include:

•Pregnancy: During pregnancy, the uterus becomes enlarged and the ligaments that hold the uterus in place become weakened. As a result, many women find that their uterus becomes retroverted after they have delivered their babies.

•Menopause: During menopause, estrogen levels drop rapidly in women. As with pregnancy, this can cause the ligaments that hold the uterus in place to weaken, allowing it to slip into a retroverted position.

•Reproductive Health Problems: Certain reproductive health issues, including pelvic inflammatory disease and endometriosis can cause the uterus to tilt backwards. This is because these illnesses can lead to scar tissue formation on the inside of the abdomen, forcing the uterus out of position.

What are the Symptoms of a Retroverted Uterus?

Generally, the majority of women suffering from a retroverted uterus experience no symptoms. However, if symptoms do present, the two most commonly-occurring symptoms include:

•pain during sexual intercourse, particularly vaginal intercourse (dyspareunia)

•pain during menstruation (dysmenorrhea)

This pain and discomfort is the result of pressure that the retroverted uterus places on the rectum and the ligaments around the tailbone.

Rare symptoms associated with a retroverted uterus include:

•lower back pain
•increased number of urinary tract infections
•incontinence
•pain while using tampons
•fertility difficulties

Diagnosing a Retroverted Uterus

If you are experiencing symptoms of a retroverted uterus, you may want to make an appointment with your health care provider for an examination. By performing a few simple tests, your health care provider can easily diagnose the condition. Diagnosis usually consists of:

•a pelvic exam
•an abdominal ultrasound

Occasionally, it is difficult to differentiate a retroverted uterus from a pelvic tumor. In this case, your health care provider may have to perform a rectovaginal exam.

Are There Any Health Complications Associated with a Retroverted Uterus?

Few women with retroverted uteruses experience health complications as a result of their condition. However, sometimes a retroverted uterus can be a warning sign of another underlying reproductive issue, including pelvic inflammatory disease or endometriosis. Be sure to contact your health care provider if you are experiencing:

•severe abdominal or pelvic pain
•irregular menstrual periods
•irregular ovulation or infertility

If left untreated, these conditions can have dangerous effects on your reproductive organs and overall health.

Will A Retroverted Uterus Affect Fertility?

Many women who have a retroverted uterus worry that it will affect their future fertility. However, this condition does not appear to affect conception in any way, and most women with retroverted uteruses will go on to experience healthy pregnancies. If you are experiencing difficulties getting pregnant, it could be a sign of an underlying reproductive problem. Be sure to contact your health care provider for assistance.

Treatment for A Retroverted Uterus

If your retroverted uterus is causing you a lot of pain or discomfort, you may want to consider treatment for the condition. Treatment options include:

•Exercises: Women can perform knee-to-chest exercise in order to encourage the uterus to slip back into its proper place. Unfortunately, this tends to be a temporary solution for the problem.

•Pessaries: A pessary is a plastic device that is worn inside of the vagina. It helps to support the uterus in the proper position. However, these devices can only be worn in the short term because of the risk of developing a vaginal infection.

•Surgery: Surgery for a retroverted uterus is available. Known as the UPLIFT procedure, this procedure works to reposition the uterus by cutting and shortening the ligaments that support it. UPLIFT is a laparoscopic surgery that is performed with the aid of a small camera.

Wednesday, 19 May 2010

This season (A really long post)



I haven't written a great deal about my current season although I have shared about it with various ones. Each time I speak with someone new I say to myself that I should record my journey, yet I haven't until now. For one thing, I don't enjoy talking about my season to just anyone. There's also been a laziness to actually put everything on paper, or screen in this instance.

Where do I begin? Perhaps with the beginning. That would make sense wouldn't it? I would say the most logical or prominent starting point is the presbytery in 2008, two or three months after Fab and I got married.

At that point, I was already finding my work dull and meaningless but I was not considering leaving it. I didn't ask God for anything specific, that I can remember, and just prayed that He would talk about future direction at the presbytery.

Amongst various words of encouragement and adjustment, there came a prophecy regarding future direction. In short, it was about how I would soon be taking a new path. A path that would seem economically unviable, particularly to those close to me. There would be a certain level of concern over whether the choice made was correct. Despite this, I should continue to love those who would be unable to support my decision. Eventually it would become clear what God's intentions for me are, and those who love me will be able to see the reason behind the change of direction.

Fast forward to a year later at the second presbytery. I am frustrated with my job and am getting tired of commuting for at least an hour and a half each way (at times this turns to three and a half hours) in peak hour traffic, and being carsick all the way home each work day. I see less meaning to my role at work and in ministry with each passing week. I know I am simply going with the flow as I have always done. There is no vision, no passion and no joy. I am performing my tasks dutifully but grudgingly. I may be faithful but I am certainly not fruitful. I feel trapped and have begun to resent where I am at.

The second presbytery does not bring any further indication or instructions regarding the new path so I conclude I should remain in my job and continue with my other commitments. By now I am bursting into tears after reaching the office some days and crying myself to sleep other nights. I literally do not even want to be at church anymore. I question whether I am still a Christian. This unnerves me. I am angry, agitated, discontented and quietly wish I could come up with a valid reason to leave everything behind and disappear until I have my future sorted and am seen as successful by those around me. Naturally I know this is childish thinking.

I speak with my husband and my mentor at church and start asking questions at work. I get advice from colleagues older, wiser and more experienced than myself and discuss my thoughts with my manager at our annual performance appraisal meeting. Several voice they did not expect me to last in the job for so long, considering the length of time I had been in the same mundane role and was now travelling a much greater distance. Each persuades me to take time to explore different options and to find something that will bring me joy and fulfillment. They understand I have not developed any skills over the past five years or gained any expertise. My mentor encourages me to consider a break from ministry. I feel guilty for not supporting my husband better.

There is much to contemplate and I finally muster the courage to let my parents in on the situation. I wouldn't dare resign if they thought I was being ridiculous. The correspondence goes surprisingly well and I grow a little confidence in choosing to leave my job with nothing mapped out. My booming fears of not having a job to go to, how that would be received by my family and Fab's, and how that would impact Fab subside just a smidgen. I still worry over our financial stability and what others will think of me. People I know less well at the office begin to hear rumours and ask if I am leaving to make babies. I sigh.

It is December and I bite the bullet. I gingerly hand my resignation letter in and my manager both smiles and shrugs. She is happy that I am making a decision for myself but wishes I would stay longer with the team. I talk again with my mentor and decide that it is best for me to step out of certain roles at church. I cannot wait to go home for the holidays. My head warns me I am just trying to escape. My heart is relieved the day of our flight back is drawing near. It hates the fact that I have been sobbing in the car on the way to church for the past few weeks.

Our Christmas and New Year break overseas comes around and I am incredibly anxious about facing my family and Fab's. I anticipate the questions, the comments, the judgement, the advice. All in all the trip goes well and I return to the Gold Coast mostly unscathed. There is one remark I hold in my heart. Oddly, it has nothing to do with my decision but I carry it with me even today. I really should exercise forgiveness and let it go. 

February roles round, the first of which marks the start of my unemployment. Fab and I go to Melbourne and I plan my days around sight seeing and catching up with friends. The test begins in the second week. All I can think of is how much I must be constructive and prove to the world that I am not useless and lazy. Comments about me becoming a lady of leisure and frittering away my husband's hard earned savings accumulate and crawl beneath my skin. Fab reminds me that he encouraged me to have a break. I cannot even count the number of times I nervously checked with him if he was certain this would be alright before handing in my resignation letter. I check with him again just to make sure, and do so perhaps once a week for the next few weeks.

A close friend at church approaches to ask how I am. Apparently Fab has expressed his fears about our financial situation. The friend assures me they told Fab not to worry and reminded him of the vision they received for us during the first presbytery and how God wanted us to trust Him for His provision. I am upset and wonder why my husband (my best friend) was not honest about his feelings. I confront Fab about this on the way home, only to be given a thoroughly blank look. Turns out Fab never mentioned anything to said friend. He asserts he is not concerned about our finances.

Weeks pass and the one good thing I had going for me ends. I have completed a five-week online writing course with the Sydney Writers' Centre, focusing on feature articles for magazines and newspapers. I have also discovered how upset I can get at myself over specks on the wooden floorboards at home. The writing course provided a constructive distraction from the housework and how deflated I was over my lack of abilities and impractical life choice. I return to berating myself over my decision to not work. I feel incapable of being a good Christian, a good wife and a good anything-useful.

Gratefully, God did not leave me hanging over that period. Watching me fling myself onto every ride and an award-winning roller coaster at Emotions-Central Amusement Park, He thought it best to put in a few words. He did so through various ones who prayed with me without knowing my situation or frame of mind. A pattern sprung up in the lines of encouragement. Each message clearly said, "Don't feel guilty. God is giving you this break. Don't rush ahead of Him. Allow Him to do what He needs to do in your life. Enjoy your relationship with Him". It was strangely difficult to be convinced of this and is still now.

It has been 15 weeks and 3 days since I resigned and the guilt is still here. I am also unable to enjoy my relationship with God. In fact I have not been able to worship in church or receive the teaching for months. I felt uncomfortable at the Easter service during the Oceania Convention. My insides were screaming for me to get out of the hall so they could breathe. I went home and quickly shoved a DVD from this year's Hillsong Womens' Colours Conference into my computer for some form of biblical input. Wow. What a power packed preaching! It was as if the speaker had prepared the entire sermon for me and I was the only one listening to it. It certainly was timely. I have since shared it with a few friends because I know it can impact many.

Between April and the first week of May, I devoured all eleven DVDs in the 2007 Colours Conference pack lent by Shin Yee. Again I felt each message was incredibly apt for this season. Tina Wong echoed the inspiration I received from those teachings at the Beautiful: Empowered Women weekend just past. Yet I am still at a loss as to what to do.

God has promised me a surprise. That was one of the things He said when I was prayed for in February. That He would give me a surprise. He promised I would start something new. Something I had not done before and did not have experience in. He promised it would bring me joy and that He would enable me to bring hope to people. I remember my mentor praying for me to have peace. This is a recurring theme. People often pray for me to have peace even when they don't know what I'm facing. It was mentioned in the first presbytery that I need to trust God, for fear will be my downfall.

I have spent this whole time trying to justify myself before people. Contrary to popular belief, my mind and heart have not rested since I left my job. I am so afraid to be seen as a burden to Fab. Scared to be labelled as lazy, useless and a time waster. Frightened to be judged and criticised. I have continually been sifting job sites and advertisements. There has been a constant pain running from the base of my head to the fingertips on my right hand. I have struggled to sleep many nights. It has been a battle to keep my motivation up. I find myself being less constructive by the day.

What would I do if God had not blessed me with a loving family, wonderful husband and friends like Shin Yee, Angela, Elise, Millie and Nicole (this list is by no means exhaustive)? I need to turn my attention more to God and stop letting the opinions of others discourage and sway me when they're negative.

I have received revelation haven't I? I have been faithful in imparting what I know to my sheep and certain ones around me haven't I? I have made a positive impact in someone's life haven't I? Now if I can just remember all I have uttered that made me think, "Wow, that was such a God thing! I couldn't have come up with that on my own. That must be the Holy Spirit talking". It would have been helpful if I had journalled those words.

I got a call today that set me back. A journal of revelations from God would have been helpful for such a day as this. Someone close decided to express their concern over my lack of gainful employment. They said I ought to consider the burden I am placing on my husband. That I need to remember Fab and I have other commitments and it is unfair to let him carry the financial weight alone. There is our mortgage and Fab's family to care for. They asked what Fab thought of my current state. My response was he is happy for me to be on a break. They laughed and said he didn't have a choice in the matter. Some advice and suggestions were given. They told me I cannot afford to be unemployed indefinitely. Who said anything about this being indefinite? I'm glad they didn't ask me for the umpteenth time how my housework was going. How does one keep answering that question anyway?

It is for this reason that I have withdrawn myself. I am tired of attempting to give an explanation. Tired of feeling I need to prove something. Of wanting to be accepted and approved. I tried to end the conversation and even lied about a headache. That didn't work. The person kept talking. Thankfully a new topic of discussion was brought up. I know this person loves me dearly and they mean a great deal to me. A great, great deal. Their approval is incredibly important. It always has been. Yet they are one person I want to avoid speaking about this season with.

Fab came home and after fifteen minutes of consciously pursing my lips shut, I blurted, "Are you disappointed in me? Am I a burden to you?" I proceeded to relay the phone conversation. "They're disappointed in me. They make me feel like I'm an awful wife. This isn't the first time they have alluded to me being inconsiderate of your feelings, needs and desires". I stress over these issues every day. I have since contemplating a resignation. I do worry about our finances. I do worry I am being a burden. I do worry I will never amount to anything. I do worry I am a stumbling block to my husband's spiritual growth when I struggle with my own walk.

Do they really think I have willfully chosen to be a lady of leisure? They may laugh when they deliver their remarks but you know what, I don't find such comments funny. I know them. I know they're not joking.  On the one hand it seemed they were supporting me but then I started to have doubts. What are they really thinking? They say they understand me and can read me. They have encouraged me. But today their words have hurt me. I won't forget what was said. I didn't bother telling them I have been looking at jobs this whole time and have made contact with a few key people. I left out the fact that I look at what is available and know I am not adequately qualified and it makes me feel very small.

Tomorrow, I shall start applying for jobs I am not interested in. They're the only kind I am qualified for. The routine, meaningless kind. It's easier to do that then deal with people. Maybe I really am meant to be working. Fab suggested it would keep me busy while I wait for my surprise. It does not have to be permanent. If we really return to Singapore indefinitely, it certainly will not have to be. He said, "Take up anything. We're fine financially. It can just be for one or two days so you can get out of the house". He knows I have stayed home to avoid spending money. He knows I feel guilty. I do need to occupy my time so I don't continue down this track of brooding. One could very well go insane. I have come close many times. There is so much time to fret over the social injustices and other causes of suffering in this world.

This too shall pass. This is just a season. Overcome this and I will be more prepared for what God has planned for me. He has asked I store His truth in my heart and teach it. I must not despise the days of small beginnings. He has given each of us a wonderful mind. There is wisdom to be harnessed and appropriated. I must not lose sight of my God. I must not give up trusting. I really want to remember the revelations I have gained in this time. I hope they come to mind again so I can jot them down. I don't want to forget. They're so important. I must write. And bring life through my writing.

I keep asking God how long this break is meant to be. His only response has been "Relax and be still". But I can't. I am edgy and anxious and want to be approved by certain ones. I must cling to Him and live for the audience of One (God).


To get a more complete picture, here are links to related posts in chronological order:

I just found this prayer I wrote at the start of the year. Can't believe I totally forgot about it.

November Post One - Choices
November Post Two - Moving on
February Post One - Feeling Empty
February Post Two - Things New and Not So New
February Post Three - Branching Out
March Post One - Crossing Jordan
March Post Two - Frustration
March Post Three - Related message (thanks to Charis)
March Post Four - I now know
March Post Five - Got a text
March Post Six - Habakkuk & Shin Yee
April Post One - Our invincible army
May Post One - Just in time
May Post Two - Related message (thanks to Vicky)

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Catch ups and Oishi Sushi!

Faith and Geraldine

Finally got to meet up with the Gel, Ambrose, Faith and Boon Yeow. And what better place to do so then at Oishi Sushi at Pinelands! I hadn't been there for about 2 years but the food was still good and they kept their prices.  I've not posted a photo of the tempura, chicken katsu-don or chicken karaage on rice.

It's amazing how we managed to squeeze in more food afterwards. We were meant to have dessert but the store ran out of their sweet treats so Ambrose decided we had to try their Taiwanese style fried chicken (coated in a special spice mix) and fried Man Tou (effectively a ball of dough or a bun) with condensed milk (yes, I know, it sounds crazy doesn't it?), as recommended by our resident foodie on all things Taiwanesey - Mrs Sharon Chee.

Thank you so much for the lovely feast guys and your wonderful company. An extra special mention to the Ngs for the pumpkin kueh and the Oroton keychain (I love the little dangly handbags)!

Thanks to Faith, here's a link to how to make your own sushi. Fab and I love doing this at home although we don't always get the rice the right consistency.



Avid food photographer - Himawari Sushi (Japanese Fried Chicken 
with sunflower something or other covered in sweetened omelette) 
& Spider Roll Sushi (Soft Shell Crab)



Taiwanese style fried chicken with toasted basil leaves and Man Tou



The 3 couples: Boon Yeow & Faith, Us, and Ambrose & Gel
Thanks to Boon Yeow's long arms and a wide-angle lens, we got everyone in!

Tuesday, 18 May 2010

purpose

I was again telling God how I would rather not have a calling or purpose over my life if either resulted from the brokenness of this world. If either were necessitated because of the presence of injustice, pain, sickness or any form of suffering. I would rather He took all of that away right now.

It just seems like it's one thing after the other. If it's not injustice caused by man, it's a natural disaster or a cruel disease. The intensity of pain across the globe is overwhelming. Are my prayers really making a difference? Is my intercession actually effective? Why am I being confronted with more and more horrific news? If I were to focus more on a particular area like human trafficking, would I be letting others down? Others who are suffering in a different way due to different cause?

There are times I wish God would eliminate some areas of concern. Perhaps further limit the number of diseases there are. When did EB start infecting our planet? Why do so many babies have to suffer this way? Maybe God has given each one of them to a family who will love them and care for them tenderly, but is it really necessary for this to even exist?

I have so many questions.

I need to make a conscious effort to connect these impossibilities with God's ability. To not be discouraged and deflated but to persevere in prayer, praise and practice. To not worship the problems by giving them more credit than they're due but to place my attention on God who is able to do immeasurably above and beyond all that I can ask for or even imagine.

As I was contemplating all this, the daily verse on Biblegateway changed to say this - "God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown Him as you have helped his people and continue to help them" (Hebrews 6: 10).

There is a reason for Him choosing to do things this way. To not fix everything in a heartbeat, which He is perfectly capable of, but to invite us to partner with Him to work things through. I may not agree with this decision but His thoughts and ways are way higher than mine so the limited logic I have cannot even begin to fathom and explain what He's up to. I just need to trust.

God, don't ever let me give up believing in You and clinging to You.

Monday, 17 May 2010

At our doorstep

A look into what is happening in our own world.

There are so many injustices. It's just unacceptable. Yet due to fear, I have been moved to prayer but not quite so to practical action. It's time to do my part. Would anyone care to partner with me? We could host a simple fundraising high tea party.

Since March, Fab and I have been making monthly donations to the UNHCR for their work with refugees. The organisation also provides relief aid for disaster stricken areas. Through their work, women and children in war torn areas or in villages vulnerable to horrific attacks by resistance armies, can now be placed in a safe community where their basic needs are met. Perhaps we could get a group together to make regular donations to an agreed organisation or cause.

I have spent too long brooding over how God decided that I could be born into a loving family in a safe country and have an incredibly blessed life, while another girl had to live in a politically unstable nation and be raped and tortured to death by pirates when escaping with her family to seek asylum elsewhere. When I think of what other women have endured, I feel vulnerable. I wonder why I got to be blessed beyond measure and realise I could easily have been someone else with a starkly different life. How would I have experienced the love of God or known that I am precious in His sight? How would I heal from such trauma? Til today the girl's mother has nightmares of that fateful day. Til today a Holocaust survivor claims there is no God.

Tina shared with us over the Beautiful: Empowered Women weekend that she recognised how blessed she has been and is utterly grateful for the life and opportunities God has given her. She too saw the injustices and one day found the courage and inspiration to make a difference. Along with two girlfriends, she started out small but has since been determined to continue and broaden her efforts in fundraising for the orphans in Uganda, through Watoto. She has even travelled to Uganda to help build a house, as part of the Watoto project, to give 8 orphans and a widow a proper home. 

Tina never stopped at the realisation of the contrast between her life and another's. She never questioned God or doubted if she could trust Him. She never worried that one day God would allow her to suffer a great injustice since it appeared He had done so with others. Instead, she remembered that as Abraham was blessed by God to be a blessing, so too was she.

We are our sister's keeper. We need to look out for one another and bring God's love and restoration to the hurting. Let's do our part. It is better to begin with little than to never begin at all. Do not despise the days of small beginnings. As we step out to do something within our current means, God will multiply as we commit what we have into His hands. There are many beautiful women who desire to bring change into our world yet do not know how to start so do not feel alone. Seek out these partnerships. We may not be able to do everything but we can certainly do something. And if it makes a difference to just one person, it is still a difference. For every life is valuable and deserves a fair go.

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North Korea's Pleasure Squad

May 13, 2010, 3:30 pm Melissa Field, Marie Claire

A young woman tells of Kim Jong-il's secret group of female servants.

Sitting stiffly behind her desk, ebony hair forming a shiny frame around her perfectly symmetrical face, North Korean schoolgirl Mi-hyang was engrossed in her studies when two men entered her bleakly utilitarian classroom.

The men, both in their 40s and wearing the crisp, bemedalled green uniforms of soldiers of the people's republic, scanned the room. They knew precisely who they were looking for: pupils who were comely, yet virtuous; girls who might fulfil the rigorous requirements of the country's Supreme Leader, Kim Jong-il. Suddenly, with a barely perceptible tip of his head, one of the guards signalled to Mi-hyang.

"You!" the man barked. "Come with us." The scared schoolgirl had just passed the first of many exacting tests required for selection into Gippeumjo - Kim Jong-il's infamous and, until now, highly secretive "pleasure squad". She was 15 years old.

"They made a detailed record of my family history and school record," said Mi-hyang. "I was also asked whether I had ever slept with a boy. I felt so ashamed to hear such a question."

The beautiful student had been set on the path of service to Kim Jong-il for at least the next 10 years. During that time, she would be refused any contact with her family. She'd devote each waking moment to servicing every pleasure and whim of the man known in North Korea as "Dear Leader". Refusal was not an option. Any attempt at dissent, or to defect, was an offence punishable by death.

But, after two years service, Mi-hyang did defect. She has told her story in a series of interviews for a blog called Nambuk Story ("the story of North and South Korea"), run by fellow North Korea defector Joo Sung-ha. The first account of its kind from a source close to the reclusive 68-year-old leader, experts say Mi-hyang's insights into life with the elite in the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, the world's most secretive communist regime, is invaluable.

Kim Seong-min, the head of South Korea's Free North Korea Radio, and a former propaganda officer in the North Korean army, says it's a credible account.

"There is so much detail about Kim Jong-il [and] it reveals information not previously known about the Leader," he states.

Seong-min says that while testimonies of North Korean defectors often appear in South Korean media, it's the detail in Mi-hyang's story and her access to Kim Jong-il that stands out.

Korea expert Aidan Foster-Carter says the Gippeumjo was established during the reign of Kim Jong-il's father Kim Il-sung, who died in 1994. The squad consists of the Gamujo - a group who entertain Kim Jong-il and the elite with song and dance routines; the Haengbokjo ("happiness team") who are responsible for massages; and the Manjokjo ("satisfaction team") who provide sexual services to Kim Jong-il and his favoured associates.

To preserve her anonymity and protect friends still inside the pleasure squad, Mi-hyang doesn't specify which division she was assigned to, but insists she was never required to perform sexual services.

"Kim Jong-il displayed a basic sense of morality," she says, before conceding that when drunk, the leader could become "somewhat perverted". She adds: "He would touch my head and hold my hands, but he never called me for intimate moments because I was still a student and not over 20 years old. I think he would have done so if I had stayed a little longer."

Nevertheless, for two years, Mi-hyang travelled with Kim Jong-il, his favoured officials and other women in the pleasure squad, spending time in his opulent homes around the capital Pyongyang, or weekending in his country homes in the Kangdong or Yongsung provinces. Often, she shared a room with one of

Kim Jong-il's most favoured lovers, another recruit named Mi-ok.

"She thought I would be her successor," reveals Mi-hyang. "But she was never jealous of me and treated me as if I was her blood sister. She used to hold me tightly and tell me that I would follow in her footsteps. I was lonely in there, but she was lonely as well, so we became friends."

In keeping with protocol impressed on them at school, the women were supposed to refer to one another as "comrade" in private, says Mi-hyang, but "when we were alone in our room she had me call her sister. She often talked about her brother who she missed a lot. We both missed our families terribly."

Foster-Carter says that up to 2000 women are conscripted to the pleasure squad at any one time. They're aged between 18 and 40, yet most are under 25.

"You can equate a young woman's service in a pleasure squad to any other form of mandatory service in a communist regime," adds Foster-Carter, who writes the "Pyongyang Watch" column in the Asia Times Online. "She's an employee of the state just as a young man conscripted to the army is. The preservation of the Dear Leader's wellbeing through a social enjoyment program is just as important as maintaining military strength and, as such, is run as a vitally important state department."

Barbara Demick, the Los Angeles Times's Korea correspondent and author of Nothing To Envy: Love, Life And Death In North Korea (HarperCollins, $35), says the choice for women coerced into the pleasure squad is stark.

"A woman selected for the Gippeumjo will know she will be fed, she will be housed and she will be cared for. Plus, she'll be fulfilling her duty to the Dear Leader," she explains.

A document issued by the ruling Korean Workers' Party (in power since 1948 and established by Kim Jong-il's father) and carrying the unwieldy title The Project to Guarantee Longevity of the Great Leader and the Dear Leader is the Sacred Duty of all Party Members and Party Committees outlines the exacting standards required for selection to the hitherto highly secretive squad.

At the start of the school year, local officials visit all senior girls' high schools to check out prospective candidates. Of the most suitable girls found nationwide, a selection of 50 is made by The Fifth Section of the Organisation Department (the unit responsible for the pleasure squad) and sent to Kim Jong-il's Bodyguard Bureau (staffed solely by orphans chosen for their unwavering loyalty to the leader). Kim Jong-il then personally selects that year's intake of 15-20 recruits. He has exacting tastes.

According to Mi-hyang, "Those over 165cm are excluded because Kim Jong-il is short." As well, prospective recruits should have "skin unblemished by scars, her voice should be soft and feminine

and her medical history should be sound. She must, of course, also be a virgin."

Once chosen, the new recruits undertake a rigorous training regimen. For six months, each young woman is assigned to one of Kim Jong-il's many luxurious villas and palaces around the country

- including his lavish secret lair underneath Mount Baekdusan on the border with China.

Many pleasure squad ingenues are sent overseas to perfect their song, dance and massage skills and then typically, if they are chosen by Kim Jong-il for full admittance into the cadre, are required to sign a pledge of allegiance in their own blood. They are then inducted into one of the teams.

For ordinary North Koreans who revere - publicly at least - the country's leader as akin to a god, an encounter with the man himself is a momentous and terrifying event. For Mi-hyang, it was a bit of a letdown: "He looked so normal, like a next door neighbour," she reveals. "He has many brown spots on his face and his teeth were yellowish. My previous imaginations about the Dear Leader were shattered at that very moment, but he was very considerate towards me."

Kim Jong-il rechristened his newest recruit Mi-hyang - it means "beautiful scent" - as he considered her original name to be too provincial. The change was registered by the Central Party and all personal documents were altered to record Mi-hyang's new moniker.

"I believe the prefix 'Mi' means 'his woman', so most of us were rechristened in this fashion," she explains. Although he bestowed the name, the Dear Leader didn't always remember it. "After a couple of drinks, he would point his finger and constantly repeat questions, like 'Are you Mi-ok [meaning "beautiful skin like jade"] or Mi-hyang?'" she recalls.

Kim Jong-il, she says, could be a maudlin drunk. He loved Japanese and Russian music and would have the girls sing sad songs that often made him cry.

But as ruthlessly as he recruited his harem, when the women reached a certain age - usually about 25 - Kim Jong-il showed little sentiment in cutting them loose. Pleasure squad retirees are typically married off to other members of the North Korean elite, where their history of service to the Dear Leader is conveniently glossed over. Unlike their fellow citizens, who have suffered in decrepit dwellings through years of drought and famine, former members of the Gippeumjo are rewarded with homes in elite gated compounds with abundant power, paved roads and lushly landscaped gardens.

Of course, luxury is a relative concept in a nation where TVs and radios are modified to receive only government stations, literature and the arts are strictly state-controlled, and the average salary is about $40 a month. Along with these privations, a series of devastating natural disasters in the late '90s led to a complete breakdown of the nation's agricultural infrastructure. Barbara Demick says an estimated 600,000 to two million North Koreans perished over three years during widespread famines.

If the Dear Leader was moved by such hardship, he hid it well. As his country fell into rack and ruin and his comrades starved, Kim Jong-il led the life of an aristocrat with stables of thoroughbred horses, homes stocked with vintage French wines and cognacs, a bevy of international chefs at his disposal, as well as his troupe of female "entertainers".

Although he dined regularly on pheasant, which he hunted himself, and the finest sushi, the leader's favoured food was shark.

"Kim Jong-il once recommended a dish to me and asked if I knew what it was," says Mi-hyang. "When I replied that I did not, he said it was 'stuff' - meaning the genitalia - of a shark. When I heard that, I almost vomited." He believed adding shark genitalia to his diet would benefit his stamina and be good for his female cohorts' skin.

Mi-hyang's trips around the country with Kim Jong-il and his entourage were always taken by rail, as the leader, like his father, has a flight phobia. They would travel by armoured train, to which delicacies such as live lobster were airlifted daily, in order to spend time in the Dear Leader's numerous residences.

The most impressive of them, says Mi-hyang, is his estate deep under Mount Baekdusan. "We once travelled 40 minutes on an underground road to get to a villa," she recalls. "The road had only one lane. This is a very special place to him. The underground villa was especially fancy; to North Korean standards it was extremely luxurious, with a 50-metre swimming pool. One noticeable aspect of the pool was the big portrait of the leader on the bottom. The centre of the portrait was decorated with gold tiles," explains Mi-hyang. Kim Jong-il's subterranean lair - his planned retreat should the country come under attack - is large enough to store helicopters and fighter jets.

The lavish lifestyle is afforded Kim Jong-il in his "leader as deity" role, explains Foster-Carter. "Jong-il, like

his father before him, is at the very epicentre of an elaborate cult of personality in which he is central, like a religious figure, to the lives of ordinary North Koreans, and he lives accordingly. Even if most ordinary people were aware how extravagantly their Dear Leader lived in comparison to themselves, it's likely fear of reprisal would prevent any dissent."

And yet, Mi-hyang risked her life to defect, after her family was accused of treason and orders issued for their execution. A scared and confused Mi-hyang says, "I was told that Kim gave an order not to kill me. Perhaps I owe him my life."

For fear of reprisals against her extended family (whose fate she does not know) and friends left behind, Mi-hyang won't reveal when she was recruited or how and when she escaped, yet Barbara Demick says a trickle of defectors do make it out of North Korea each year.

"If they have the money or the connections, they can be smuggled into China and then, with fake passports, fly to South Korea. South Korea holds itself out as the rightful government of the whole peninsula, so if North Korean subjects can make it to the south, they're entitled to citizenship." Others who slip into China make their way to European embassies where they request asylum, adds Demick. "China's policy, out of loyalty to its communist ally, is to send North Korean defectors straight home, where they face incarceration in labour camps, or worse."

Even in South Korea- Mi-hyang now lives in the capital, Seoul - officials say it's possible she is being monitored by agents working for her former boss. The owner of the Nambuk Story blog, Joo Sung-ha, says he and Mi-hyang were warned by South Korean authorities not to publish her story, with Sung-ha revealing he receives death threats "all the time".

Despite the dangers, Mi-hyang's story has shone a light on one of the most sinister regimes in the world today. And she has no regrets.

"I was all alone in there," she recalls. "Mi-ok once said to me, 'You and I will live a very lonely life.' Her voice was sad when she spoke these words; she was a nice person. I miss her ... I worry about those I left behind."

Friday, 14 May 2010

From the heart of a Muslim - Tawfik Hamid

I was born a Muslim and have lived all my life as a follower of Islam.

After the barbaric terrorist attacks done by the hands of my fellow Muslims everywhere on this globe, and after the too many violent acts by Islamists in many parts of the world, I feel responsible as a Muslim and as a human being, to speak out and tell the truth to protect the world and Muslims as well from a coming catastrophe and war of civilizations.

I have to admit that our current Islamic teaching creates violence and hatred toward Non-Muslims. We Muslims are the ones who need to change. Until now we have accepted polygamy, the beating of women by men, and killing those who convert from Islam to other religions.

We have never had a clear and strong stand against the concept of slavery or wars, to spread our religion and to subjugate others to Islam and force them to pay a humiliating tax called Jizia. We ask others to respect our religion while all the time we curse non-Muslims loudly (in Arabic) in our Friday prayers in the Mosques.

What message do we convey to our children when we call the Jews "Descendants of the pigs and monkeys"... Is this a message of love and peace, or a message of hate?

I have been into churches and synagogues where they were praying for Muslims. While all the time we curse them, and teach our generations to call them infidels, and to hate them.

We immediately jump in a 'knee jerk reflex' to defend Prophet Mohammed when someone accuses him of being a pedophile while, at the same time, we are proud with the story in our Islamic books, that he married a young girl seven years old (Aisha) when he was above 50 years old.

I am sad to say that many, if not most of us, rejoiced in happiness after September 11th and after many other terror attacks.

Muslims denounce these attacks to look good in front of the media, but we condone the Islamic terrorists and sympathise with their cause. Till now our 'reputable' top religious authorities have never issued a Fatwa or religious statement to proclaim Bin Laden as an apostate, while an author, like Rushdie, was declared an apostate who should be killed according to Islamic Shariia law just for writing a book criticizing Islam.

Muslims demonstrated to get more religious rights as we did in France to stop the ban on the Hejab (Head Scarf), while we did not demonstrate with such passion and in such numbers against the terrorist murders.

It is our absolute silence against the terrorists that gives the energy to these terrorists to continue doing their evil acts. We Muslims need to stop blaming our problems on others or on the Israeli/Palestinian conflict. As a matter of honesty, Israel is the only light of democracy, civilization, and human rights in the whole Middle East.

We kicked out the Jews with no compensation or mercy from most of the Arab countries to make them "Jews-Free countries" while Israel accepted more than a million Arabs to live there, have its nationality, and enjoy their rights as human beings. In Israel , women can not be beaten legally by men, and any person can change his/her belief system with no fear of being killed by the Islamic law of 'Apostasy,' while in our Islamic world people do not enjoy any of these rights.. I agree that the 'Palestinians' suffer, but they suffer because of their corrupt leaders and not because of Israel.

It is not common to see Arabs who live in Israel leaving to live in the Arab world. On the other hand, we used to see thousands of Palestinians going to work with happiness in Israel, its 'enemy'. If Israel treats Arabs badly as some people claim, surely we would have seen the opposite happening.

We Muslims need to admit our problems and face them. Only then we can treat them and start a new era to live in harmony with human mankind. Our religious leaders have to show a clear and very strong stand against polygamy, pedophilia, slavery, killing those who convert from Islam to other religions, beating of women by men, and declaring wars on non-Muslims to spread Islam.

Then, and only then, do we have the right to ask others to respect our religion. The time has come to stop our hypocrisy and say it openly: 'We Muslims have to Change'.

Tawfik Hamid is an Egyptian scholar and author opposed to Islam fundamentalism.

Wednesday, 12 May 2010

'Best of Kris Vallotton' - Bethel Church



Thanks to Tom, I now have these great pod casts to listen to while twittering my time away at home. Let me say that again. Twittering means something different today and I don't twitter via Twitter. I meant twittering as in expending. Yes, expending my time. Oh dear, I'm rambling. So without further ado, here is the link.

I was just listening to The Rest of Faith based on parts of Hebrews 3 and 4. I recommend reading both chapters a couple of times to let the message sink in.

To not rest is disobedience. Yes, the Bible actually says 'disobedience'. We're not talking about rest as in laziness or plain inactivity. Unrest first relates to the state of our minds. If we worry, we have unbelief, or in other words, lack faith. Worry invites unrest and is seen as disobedience, for we know that without faith it is impossible to please God. Worry says 'I do not feel in control' and shows that our confidence was placed in ourselves and not God. People will see how big our God is by the size of the problem it takes to discourage us. The Israelites were unable to enter rest because of their unbelief (Heb 3: 19); because they did not combine the message they heard from God with faith (Heb 4: 1-2). As a result of their disobedience, God was angry at them.

Say what? God gets angry at me when I do not rest? Yes! God is grieved when we fail to trust in Him so that we can experience peace in any circumstance. God wants us to have peace. To be refreshed, revitalised, refuelled. God rested from His work. Why do we think we can do without it? He lay down His 'tools' and took a break. And in that break, He enjoyed what His hands had formed. He did not fuss about or brood or scrutinise the work to find flaws. He did not grumble or find something else to keep Himself busy. How many of us like to stay occupied because we don't know what to do with ourselves in the silence?

Recreation is named as such because it's about re-creating ourselves. Letting ourselves be rejuvenated. God proposes that we allow His word to rejuvenate us. For His word is living and active. It has the power to separate from the spirit what should not be in our spirit, and from the soul what should not be in our soul, so that we are renewed and not carrying junk like worry, anxiety and fear around.

This is only a snippet of the entire message so be encouraged to take the time to listen to it yourself.
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